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Wear the Feeling
03:16
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A vision brought me to this bowling alley
They toppled pins in there like shining demons
Do they dream shit like this in California?
All hot and spinning on like
Ah, my senses feed my
Ah, my senses feed my
Ah, my senses feed my head
I'm a sickly little sin to your suicide
My mother told me not to wear the feeling
My painted arm was part of fleeting visions
I asked her what my dreams might be about then
She said, "Mijo, son puras leseras"
Ah, my senses feed my
Ah, my senses feed my
Ah, my senses feed my head
I'm a sickly little sin to your suicide
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Holly
01:47
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Never saw something so cool
So many different pinks and blues
Hollywood never looked so good
Two thousand miles away I stood
And the rebels thought they knew
Red projections gave the clue
Rubble and a superstar
I swear it looked just like a star
Headlines popping in the sky
Throwing sparks like a drone strike
Never looked like this before
The action sequence all a blur
The missiles launch, larger than life
3-D on the ceiling like casual kites
What the pretender meant to be
Blowing up your fiction for reality
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Huffers
02:20
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My conjectural drug
My conjectural drug
Cut me an ounce of that spam, man
Slice o' privilege
Huff
My ephemeral jam
My ephemeral buzz
Fed to me off of your timeline
Stacks o' privilege
Huff
I want my denouement, I want
I want my denouement, I want
Feels like an ending yet again
Feels like pretending friends again
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Zoo-Music
01:29
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Number One
04:01
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There's no reason, no reason
Just no reason to love
My mouth tastes gross when I wake up
Check out your sensibilities
See how silly, how silly it is
I want a taste that stings me
It's just sad, it's just sad
Buy me a sense of self, dad
In my heart
I am the one
Born apart
I am the one
No, I can't be your number two
Cause there's no nonny in number two
I'm a solution, I'm a solution, a vision
I wanna see myself in ads
I wanna see myself in ads
I'm gonna be number one, dad
In my heart
I am the one
Born apart
I am the one
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Rules
03:30
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Touch me
I don't mind
But I'm not gonna live by rules again
I'm not gonna live by rules
No, I'm not gonna live by rules
So touch me
Touch me
I don't care
But I'm not gonna live by rules again
I'm not gonna live by rules
No, I'm not gonna live by rules
So touch me
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Frederick Fleet
06:49
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Deeply falling into their minds
Seeking life in the White Star Line, watch east coast time
Quickly sinking into their thoughts
Frederick Fleet it's not your fault, no it's not your fault
But I can't help feeling that it's still my fault
I can't help feeling that it's what I got
And I hope I settle down before I learn to count
No I can't help feeling that it should have been me
Cause it's what I deserve
And they never seemed to care that I cared when they were gone
And with so many lives on his shoulders why not mine?
Quickly sinking into his mind
And maybe it's just his mind this one last time
But I can't help feeling that it's still my fault
I can't help feeling that it's what I got
And I hope I settle down before I learn to count
No I can't help feeling that it should have been me
Cause it's what I deserve
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NoPop New York
NoPop is a Brooklyn-based pink punk, moxy-rock trio comprised of Oscar Rodriguez, Louis Cohen, and Rachel Housle. The band describes its sound as pink punk - an amalgam of pretty pop melodies, punk drives, and caffeine.
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